Role

Chapter 5

"Wont let ye out for less dan 3 gold", the guard lieutenant said harshly. And to enforce his
claims to the bribes two off the guards stepped a bit closer. Nidblot had foreseen this change
of the previously settled prize of 1 gold. After all greed is the most dominant trait amongst
duergars. Keeping the gold coins in different places seemed like a wise plan for further
increases in the toll, and while moaning over the prize he slowly counted up to 3 gold.

Getting out of Aran Gird was the easy part of the journey. He had gotten detailed stories of
the dangers that awaited him in the underdark, but only vague descriptions of the path to
follow towards the surface. Duergars seldom have friends, at least friends in the sense of the
word lightwalkers use. A soldier Nidblot used to drink with had explained the way his raiding
party had taken to the surface, but when you are drinking much beer it is more important to
put weight on the dreaded drows, cavefishers, driders and hook horrors. And of course
Nidblot took a few turns on his way, and barely escaped the patrolling drows by using his wits
and patience. Sniffing in some strange fungus caused a blackout for two days, but somehow
the hook horrors in the abandoned mines left him alone. It was perhaps will of Lord Daevryn
that the young duergar should reach the surface. At least Nidblot thought it was so.

The first days on the surface was spent on adjusting to the nasty and bright sun. Running a
few errands for shopkeepers and studying maps of the continent. Thera was much bigger than
he had thought, but that just opened up for more possibilities. He heard rumours of a vale
filled with elves, and did many raids there killing weak elf soldiers, raping elf girls and
gathering silver. There are few things which give a greater thrill than power over life and
death.